When Jenson drove the Rolls-Royce toward the highway exit, he saw the traffic police inspecting the vehicles. Jenson calmly joined the line of cars at the back. Baby Zetty, on the other hand, was beyond anxious. 'You're not 18 yet, Brother. That's considered illegal driving."

Jenson raised his driver's license and Baby Zetty's eyes widened in shock. Written clearly on the driver's license was 'Jenson Ares, 18 years old'.

This was clearly a fake driver's license!

Baby Zetty was still worried. "Who would believe that you're 18 years old?"

Jenson said, "We'll see about that."

At this time, the traffic police walked over and tapped on Jenson's car window.

"Driver's license, please."

Jenson handed him the driver's license, and the traffic police darted Jenson a glance before sweeping his gaze over the car's interior. Finding no abnormalities, he then waved to dismiss Jenson.

Go.

Baby Zetty was stumped.

The Rolls-Royce pulled into the highway steadily.

yet to

sighed. "It must be your icy face, Brother. It makes you look older than you really are. That's why you manage to convince

height? I'm sure that's the

left

was one of Baby Zetty's most obvious

triplets, but Jens was now

Baby Zetty from the rear-view mirror

only thing that

hit so hard that

words were harsh, they were

looks, but she was nothing compared to Jenson and Baby

might be smart and fond of learning, but she was nothing like the genius-level high achievers Jenson and Baby

like you just needs to learn

think you're dumb even if you don't say

coolly, "If this was someone else, I won't even bother

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Baby Zetty whimpered.

in front of the sign. They were discussing something among themselves.

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